One hundred and sixteen DaYan_1
Translator: 549690339
"Brother, you're sharing this with me because you treat me as one of your own, so I definitely can't let you down. One box is enough for me; I don't smoke much. Keep the rest for yourself."
It was Old Zhao who had given them to him, so it was what he was entitled to.
If someone gives something to you, it means they don't see you as an outsider. If you actually took it, it would lose its meaning.
Compared to cigarettes, Gu Chen valued friendship more.
Old Hu looked at Gu Chen and felt that he hadn't made any mistake in making this friend.
Generous, humble, and straightforward.
Most importantly, Gu Chen was sharp-minded.
He'd been standing right beside them as they discussed goji berries with Old Zhao, listening to every word.
What kind of person Old Zhao was, others might not be clear, but Old Hu knew all too well - a sly old fox!
A typical sly old fox!
If he could make even Old Hu feel uneasy, then it certainly wasn't something just anyone could do.
Gu Chen was a talent.